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The Search for a Charm. 9 

By Daphne Alio way McVickcr 

In the Magician’s Castle. 15 

By Dorothy Arno Baldwin 

The Lantern Fairies. 20 

By Mary McDougall 

The Golden Bird. 25 

By Dorothy Arno Baldwin 

The Enchanted Castle. 31 

By Gladys Cleone Carpenter 

Magic Mirrors . 37 

By Gladys Cleone Carpenter 

The Saucy Snow Sprites. 42 

By Frances Ellen Funk 

The Doll Merchant’s Visit. 48 

By Dorothy Arno Baldwin 

The Magic Mountain. 55 

By Dorothy Arno Baldwin 


















CONTENTS—Continued 


Pago 


The Runaway Dog and the Gadabout Hen. 61 

By Dorothy Arno Baldwin 

The Castle of Echoes. 68 

By Dorothy Arno Baldwin 

The Tournament . 75 

By Dorothy Arno Baldwin 

The First Moss Rose. 81 

By Mary S. Hitchcock 

The Cloud Climbers. 86 

By Frances Ellen Funk 

The Kinder-fairy and the Chalk. 91 

By Frances Ellen Funk 

The Princess with the Tired Shadow. 97 

By Daphne Alloway McVicker 

Always-Late and Way-a-Head.103 

By Dorothy Arno Baldwin 

The Wriggledy School.109 

By Dorothy Arno Baldwin 

At Pickle Palace.116 

By Gladys Cleone Carpenter 

The Earl of Idleness.123 

By Dorothy Arno Baldwin 


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LIST OF FULL PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS 


Page 

Through the mists he saw a magnificent gleaming castle . Frontispiece 

All at once, presto! the cloth fell apart into a little coat . 8 

That afternoon she set out with the little cakes and the eggs . 21 

The bird immediately flew down and picked up the acorn . 27 

She saw the baker s daughter at the counter filling a basket with ginger- 

bread men . 49 

They soon came to a cross-roads . 57 

At last, far down the road, they spied a cloud of dust . 63 

In the midst of them walked a fat boy . 65 

Until the Enchanted Castle sings . 69 

They loved to slide off the great fluffy clouds and play hide-and-seek 

around the moon . 89 

“Now,” she said, “please begin by wriggling your toes” . Ill 

The elbows were quite wriggled out of her sleeves .113 

‘7 altvays knight anybody who thinks of a new way to make pickles ”.. .119 


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All at once, presto! the cloth fell apart into a little coat 


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icarck for a C^harm 

By Daphne Alloway McVicker 


ITTLE Prince Hal was 
very, very sorrowful. His 
red lips pouted out into a 
pout, his eyes scowled 
down into a scowl, his fists 
clenched up into a clinch. 
Little Prince Hal was look¬ 
ing for a charm. And it seemed as if there 
wasn’t a charm anywhere in all the big 
palace or the palace grounds. 

The reason Prince Hal was looking for a 
charm was because of his mother, the Queen. 
The Queen had been very, very ill. She was 
still white and tired and Prince Hal wanted 
to do something to cheer her up. He decided 
to give her a present that he had made all 
by himself. He tried one thing after another 
but not one thing could he make. He finally 
decided there must be some charm about it. 
When other people made things, it looked so 








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RED AND GOLD STORIES 


easy; but when he did the same things it was 
very hard and nothing turned out right at all. 

First he went to Jock, the tailor’s son. 
There sat Jock, his legs crossed, holding the 
shining scissors that slashed through the 
piece of cloth, swizz-swizz, singing a crisp 
little song. All at once, presto! The cloth fell 
apart into a little coat. Hal asked Jock how 
he made a little coat come from the cloth. 
Jock laughed and said, “This way,” but when 
Hal watched, he just saw the scissors swizz- 
swizz again, a pin go here, some stitches 
there, and that was all there was to it. 

He went straight back to the palace play¬ 
room and got himself a piece of cloth and a 
pair of scissors and some pins and needles 
and thread, but the scissors didn’t say swizz- 
swizz at all. The pins just pricked him and 
the thread- made a tangled knot. Worst of 
all, no coat happened at all, only a jagged 
looking piece of cloth. There must be some 
charm that tailor boys knew! 

Prince Hal sighed, but besides being a 
prince, he was a very determined little boy. 
He meant to have that present yet! So down 
the steps- he trudged, and over to the baker 



RED AND GOLD STORIES 


11 


shop. There stood Dan, the baker’s son. And 
Dan had a big mess of dough in his hands, 
and swing-swong, he beat that dough around, 
and presto! There was a smooth round loaf 
of bread. Into the oven Dan popped it; and 
out again, in a little while, came the little loaf, 
brown and crackly and good. 

When he asked Dan how to do it, Dan 
smiled, and said, “This way!” Then he took 
some flour and he took some water and a 
little yeast and he put them together and 
mixed it a minute, and there was the dough 
all ready. Hal said thank you, for he was a 
polite little Prince and Dan was his good 
friend. 

Then back to the palace kitchen where 
the cook let him have some flour and water 
and yeast. But in a minute Hal was in a 
dreadful fix. Sticky flour and water on his 
hands, sticky flour and water on his face 
where he simply had’ to scratch his nose, 
sticky flour and water in his hair where he 
simply had to push a tumbly lock of hair out 
of his eyes. But no dough to say swing- 
swong. Just flour and water paste. There 
must be a charm to say! 



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RED AND GOLD STORIES 


After little Hal had washed his hands and 
face he ran down the steps and over to the 
gardens. Here he loved to be best of all. The 
air was sweet with the smell of a thousand 
flowers, and the paths were green and cool 
and soft, and the flower beds shone with 
bright colors. Here, as Hal had hoped, was 
Dick, the gardner’s boy. 

Dick had a- long green box filled with 
dark brown earth. Dick was singing a little 
song, and every minute his hand would drop 
down, thud, and make a neat little round 
hole in the dirt and drop a little seed inside, 
and smooth it over before Hal could wink. 
Hal sighed. 

Dick jumped when he heard that sigh 
and laughed when he saw Prince Hal. He 
was a good friend, too, and he asked Hal 
right away what made him look so sorry. 
Hal told him. It seemed that all these boys 
had a charm that Hal didn’t have, and what¬ 
ever he made went wrong and he shouldn’t 
ever have a present for his Mother, he was 
afraid. 

Dick laughed right out loud, then. And 
when he explained to Hal, he laughed, too. 



RED AND GOLD STORIES 


13 


For there wasn’t any charm at all. Every 
one of these boys could make a thing be¬ 
cause their fathers had shown them how 
long, long ago; and they had been careful, 
and patient and willing to work. And that’s 
all the charm it took. 

Well, couldn’t a prince be careful, and 
patient, and ready to work? Hal thought he 
could. Dick went around and got some 
boards and some nails, and a hammer. Slow 
as anything, pounding his fingers sometimes, 
but not squealing; splitting the board some¬ 
times, but never minding that, Hal learned 
to nail a little box together. Then Dick got 
a packet of seeds, and Hal learned just how 
to poke a little hole, and drop in a seed and 
smooth over the dirt. Patient, and careful, 
and willing to work—pretty soon he was 
puffing up the stairs to the palace nursery 
with something very, very secret under his 
arm. 

That secret staid there and he didn’t tell 
anyone at all. But the day that the queen 
came down, pale, and weak, and white, but 
getting well again, to sit on her throne the 
very first time—that day, in came little Hal, 



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RED AND GOLD STORIES 


puffing again, but with something very secret 
under his arm. 

Then he walked straight up to the throne 
and set down—a long green box! A box just 
brimming over with lovely green leaves and 
lovely yellow and red flowers. A box full of 
flowers—and everyone he’d planted himself, 
and watered, and tended until it had grown 
and bloomed just like a little garden. 

His mother cried out how lovely it was, 
and when she heard that he had made it 
every bit himself, she clapped her hands with 
happiness. And the king sat back, proud as 
he could be. And in a minute they had Dick, 
the gardner’s son up there, and there was a 
splendid little supper ready for the two boys, 
with candles burning and jelly and tarts and 
little colored cakes. All because two boys 
had found out that the only charm there is, 
is patience, and care, and being willing to 
work. 

I wonder if Dan and Jock, who hadn’t 
taken time to tell Hal that, wouldn’t have 
liked some of that supper, too? Hal thought 
they would. But best of all was the look in 
his mother’s eyes. 







By Dorothy Arno Baldwin 


The happiest boy in the Kingdom of 
Might-Have-Been would be the one who 
would be chosen as standard bearer to the 
young prince. Long before the appointed 
day the highways of the kingdom were 
thronged with boys going to the Magician’s 
castle, where the choice was to be made. Of 
course, each one hoped that he would be 
the chosen one, and each one bore himself 
erect and straight, as a standard bearer 
should. 

The Magician met them at the door and 
invited them into a large hall, the walls of 
which were hung with wonderful tapestries. 
Here he left them. 

Most of the boys wandered about, look¬ 
ing at the tapestry pictures. But Claude, who 
was almost certain that he would be the 
chosen one, went off by himself into a far 

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RED AND GOLD STORIES 


corner of the hall to compose a speech of 
thanks to the Magician for the honor to be 
given him. 

He noticed that a passageway seemed to 
open at this end of the hall between dark 
curtains, which had been looped back but 
which made the entrance very shadowy. 
Thinking that there might be a room beyond 
where it would be more quiet, he started to 
enter the passage. Suddenly a crooked little 
fellow leaped up in the doorway. He seemed 
to be twisted all out of shape. 

The dwarf, or whatever it was, stood 
threateningly in the doorway, and Claude 
did not dare to try to pass him. Turning 
back, he called the other boys quietly to¬ 
gether, and told them what he had seen. 

“I wonder if he is still there,” said Joa¬ 
chim. “I’d like to see that fellow.” 

He walked slowly to the doorway, and 
the others could tell from his manner that 
the dwarf was still there. He came back up 
the hall much faster than he had gone down. 

“Did you notice his knees?” he asked 
Claude excitedly. “They kept wobbling in 





RED AND GOLD STORIES 


17 


and out, and he looked as if he were falling 
apart.” 

“I didn’t notice that,” replied Claude. 
“But it seemed as if one shoulder was about 
six inches higher than the other. I never 
saw such a crooked fellow.” 



“I don’t believe he has any right to be 
there,” spoke up Alfred. “Let’s all go to¬ 
gether and scare him away.” 

The others agreed, and at a signal they 
all rushed down the hall, shouting and wav¬ 
ing their arms. 

They had 
almost reached 
the passage¬ 
way when a 
whole army of 
crooked 
dwarfs came 
rushing and 
leaping out at 
them. This was 
so unexpected 

that the boys , ,. 

A strange crooked creature leaped into 

t U r n e d a n d the doorway 










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RED AND GOLD STORIES 


fled, nor did they stop until they had run 
the length of the great room. It seemed to 
them that the little creatures were close upon 
their heels, when, really, they had not 
stepped out of the passage. 

When the boys found that they were not 
followed, they were rather ashamed of their 
fright. A new boy came in just then, and 
gathered about him, the others told him 
about the army of dwarfs. 

I must see them,” said the newcomer. 

The others warned him to be careful, but 
lifting his head high, and carrying himself 
erect and tall, he marched directly to the 
curtained doorway. 

“No dwarfs are here,” he called back. 
“I see only my own image in a mirror.” 

“We saw no mirror!” exclaimed the 
others. 

As they crowded up behind him to look, 
the crooked dwarfs pressed forward once 
more, peering curiously out at them. 

“They are our own images, after all!” 
cried Claude. “But no wonder we did not 
recognize them! What makes them so 
crooked?” 



RED AND GOLD STORIES 


19 


“The image I see is not crooked,” said 
Roland, the new lad. 

“Neither are you,” replied the Magician, 
who had come up behind them. “You are 
as straight as the shaft of a pine tree, and 
I choose you to be standard bearer for the 
prince.” 

Then he turned to the other boys, who 
were greatly ashamed. 

“You have looked in my mirror, which 
reflects you all as others see you,” continued 
the Magician. “Therefore, you know why 
I chose Roland. Although you may hold 
yourselves straight as you stand before my 
mirror, it will reflect you with stooping back 
and twisted shoulders if that is the way you 
usually stand. Whoever would appear 
straight in this mirror, must acquire the 
habit of always standing straight.” 

When, the following year, it came time to 
choose the new standard bearer, the Magi¬ 
cian’s mirror reflected every lad erect and 
straight. So the Magician had to find some 
other test to select the lucky boy. 



The 

Fanterrv Fairies 

By Mary McDougall 

RETCHEN was a 1 i 111 e 
Swiss girl who lived with 
her older brother, Peter, 
and their mother in a little 
house on the edge of a big 
forest. It was a long walk 
to the nearest village, and 
the path lay through the 
thickest part of the woods. Every day Peter 
walked to the village with the little cakes his 
mother made and with fresh eggs. But now 
Peter had been ill for several days, and there 
was no way to get the cakes and the eggs to 
market. 

“Let me take them, Mother. I have often 
gone with Peter, and I’m not afraid of the 
forest,” begged Gretchen. “But you have 
never tried it alone,” said her mother, as she 

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That afternoon she set out with the little cakes and the eggs 


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RED AND GOLD STORIES 


shook her head. “I’m afraid you would not 
know the paths without Peter.” 

“Oh, I know every path in the forest, 
truly, Mother,” begged the girl, until finally 
her mother consented. 

That afternoon she set out with the little 
cakes and the eggs. She hurried as fast as 
she could because she wanted to reach home 
before dark; but the way was long, and it 
took quite a while to sell all the cakes and 
the eggs. When she started back, the sun 
was already quite low. The forest looked 
beautiful with the dim light shimmering 
through the trees, but everything was very 
still and it seemed very lonesome. Gretchen 
called greetings to her little animal friends 
as she hurried along, glad of their company. 

As it grew darker and darker, she began 
to be startled by crackling twigs, and she 
noticed sounds that she had not heard when 
it was light. The paths, too, looked differ¬ 
ent, and she found herself wondering which 
one to take. Then the forest grew quite 
black, and as she could no longer see the 
little rabbits and squirrels, she felt dread¬ 
fully lonely. She ran and ran as fast as she 



RED ATSD GOLD STORIES 


23 


could, but the way seemed to grow less and 
less familiar. Finally she came to a place 
where two paths met, but she could not 
remember ever having seen this place before. 


“I am lost, and I may have to stay out 
here all night alone!” she said, and she sat 
down beside 
the path and 
began to cry. 

“If only I had 
some one here 
with me,” she 
sobbed, “I am 
sure I could 
find the way. I 
wish I had 
brought Bunny 
Big Ears 
along.” 

She had not 
cried very long 
when she 
thought to her¬ 
self, “How 
foolish I am. I 
will be brave 



As she looked up she saw little lanterns 
flashing all around her 





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RED AND GOLD STORIES 


and try to find the way.” Then, as she 
looked up, she saw little lanterns flashing 
all around her, and she heard little voices 
saying: 

“Never mind, little girl; jump up, and we 
will light your way home.” 

Gretchen was so delighted to think that 
these little fairies had been sent to help her 
in her trouble that she forgot to feel afraid; 
and now that they were all about her flashing 
their little lanterns this way and that, she 
no longer felt lonely. She ventured a little 
way down one of the paths, and as far ahead 
as she could see, the little lanterns were lead¬ 
ing the way and beckoning her on. 

She hurried along after them, and it 
seemed only a few minutes until she saw the 
candlelight gleaming from the window of 
her own little home. As she pushed open the 
door, she called back, “Oh, thank you so 
much, little lantern fairies; goodnight!” 

Her mother, hearing her voice, came to 
the door and looking out into the night, 
exclaimed, “I’m so glad my little girl is safely 
home again. And what a lot of fireflies there 
are out this evening!” 





By Dorothy Arno Baldwin 

Of all the birthday gifts that Roland 
received none pleased him more than a 
golden bird which had been given to him by 
the Wise Man of the kingdom. 

“So long as you care for him with love 
and kindness, the bird will stay with you,” 
the Wise Man had said. “But if for a single 
time you forget to feed him or give him 
water, he will fly away.” 

“He will never fly away,” replied Roland 
confidently, “for I shall never forget him.” 

The boy hung a perch for the bird in a 
sunny window and fed him daily with seeds 
and fine grains, keeping a dish of fresh water 

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RED AND GOLD STORIES 


always near him. But one day Roland played 
too long out in the snow and forgot to give 
the bird his supper. It was not until after 
sundown that he remembered. 

“Surely he will not fly away because I 
forgot him for only a little time,” he thought, 
as he rushed into the house. But the bird 
was gone. 

The next day Roland went sorrowfully to 
the Wise Man and after telling of his for¬ 
getfulness, asked what he could do to find 
the golden bird. 

“You have far to go,” replied the man. 
“The bird has returned to the wood whence 
he came. In the heart of the forest, beside 
a spreading oak tree, you will find a hut in 
which lives an old lady. Before knocking on 
her door, you must walk three times around 
the tree, dig out an acorn from under the 
snow, and lay it on the nearest stump. A jay 
will come and carry away the acorn, after 
which the lady will tell you where to find 
your bird.” 

Roland thanked him and started cheer¬ 
fully on his way. It was hard tramping 
through the snowy forest, but at last he 




The bird immediately flew down and picked up the acorn 


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RED AND COLD STORIES 


reached the hut. He walked three times 
around the oak tree, picked up an acorn that 
was lying in the snow, and laid it on the 
nearest stump. A jay immediately flew down 
and picked up the acorn, but instead of 
carrying it away, he dropped it and flew off 
without it. 

Roland then knocked on the door of the 
hut, but no one appeared, and no one 
answered, although he waited ever so long. 
At last he was obliged to return to the Wise 
Man. 

“Did you dig the acorn from under the 
snow?” asked the Wise Man. 

“I forgot that you said under the snow,” 
answered the boy. “I picked one up that I 
saw above it.” 

“You forgot the most important thing of 
all,” replied the Wise Man. “The acorn lying 
on top of the snow was one that had been 
thrown away because it was not good; so the 
jay would not take it. The old lady is very 
fond of the jay, and because you offered him 
a wormy nut, she was displeased and would 
not speak to you. 

“You must go now to the Tower of Birds, 



RED AND GOLD STORIES 


29 


far to the south. When you enter it, mount 
to the top, close all the windows except one 
to the east, and scatter grain on the floor. 
The golden bird will fly in to eat the grain, 
and you can capture him.” 

After a long journey, Roland reached the 
tower and entered, climbing to the top. 

“I’ve forgotten whether the Wise Man 
told me to scatter the grain before or after 
I closed the windows,” he thought. “I’ll leave 
them open until I have scattered it, for there 
is no knowing from which direction my bird 
may come.” 

The minute the grain was scattered, a 
cloud of blackbirds blew in through the open 
windows and ate up every kernel. The golden 
bird did not appear, and Roland had no more 
grain to scatter. 

Once more he sadly returned to the 
Wise Man. 

“I have learned,” said he, “that the small¬ 
est thing may make the greatest difference. 
Will you not tell me once more how I may 
find my bird? This time I will forget 
nothing.” 



30 


RED AND GOLD STORIES 


“It is your last chance,” warned the Wise 
Man. “You must go to the magic stables 
far to the north. Enter the door on the 
west, go to the farthest stall, and after giv¬ 
ing some hay to the horse, drop some grain 
on his left shoulder. The golden bird will 
come to eat it.” 

Roland repeated the directions until he 
was sure that he knew them. 

Often on the difficult journey, Roland 
recited over and over again what he must 
do. When he reached the Magic Stables, he 
remembered everything exactly as he had 
been told. When he dropped the grain on 
the left shoulder of the horse, the golden 
bird at once flew down through a hole in 
the loft, through which he had been able to 
see that spot and no other on the horse’s back. 

Joyfully Roland carried home his bird, 
and so well had he learned how to remember 
that never again did he forget the bird. 







By Gladys Cleone Carpenter 

Once upon a time there was a little prin¬ 
cess and a little prince who lived in a royal 
castle on the top of a high hill. 

One day the princess said to the prince, 
“I wish this were not just a common place. 
I wish it were an enchanted castle.” 

“Why do you wish that?” asked God¬ 
mother, who happened to hear what the 
princess said. 

“When people are enchanted,” answered 
the princess, “they are very nice, for they 
must just say certain things. If they say 
other things the spell is broken. Oh, it would 
be wonderful.” 

“Indeed,” smiled the godmother. “Well, 
I shouldn’t be surprised if, at almost any 
time, this castle became enchanted.” 


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32 


RED AND GOLD STORIES 


One morning when the princess awoke, 
she heard some one singing. “Oh,” she ex¬ 
claimed, “maybe the castle is enchanted 
now.” She went to the mirror and looked 
into the glass. Her eyes were very bright. 
“I am enchanted, too,” she sang happily. 

The girl opened the door and looked out. 
Her brother’s room was just across the hall, 
and he stood in his doorway listening, too. 

“Good morning,” called the princess. 

“Huh!” said her brother, and shut the 
door. 

It seemed true all right that the castle 
was enchanted, for when the boy tried his 
bedroom door to go downstairs, it wouldn’t 
open. 

But the princess’ door opened, because 
the magic word that let the door open was a 
very nice “Good-morning.” And the en¬ 
chanted word that kept the boy’s door locked 
was a very ill-natured grunt, from a prince 
who had gotten up cross. 

It is not known how the prince got down 
stairs. Some people think he must have 
found the secret stairs that led down the 
back way. At any rate, he was the first one 





RED AND GOLD STORIES 


33 


at the breakfast table. But 
when the princess came into 
the room, she found him ly¬ 
ing on the marble floor. 

“Why, brother, what is 
the matter?” she asked. 

“Oh, this is an enchanted 
castle, and it is all quite ter¬ 
rible,” groaned the boy. 

“Yes, it is enchanted,” 
replied the princess, “but I 
think it all quite wonderful.” 

“H u h !” grunted the 
prince. “You wouldn’t think 
it was so wonderful if the 
chairs fell over when you were about to sit on 



“Good morning,** called 
the princess 


them.” 

“But there are always magic words. 
Magic is both good and bad. Perhaps you 
have the wrong words,” explained his sister. 

The prince picked himself and the chair 
up. “Hurry,” he said to the princess, “I’m 
hungry.” But as he was about to be seated, 
the chair fell over again. 

“You have the wrong word,” said the 
princess. “ ‘Hurry’ is a bad magic word to 







34 


RED AND GOLD STORIES 


use at the breakfast table. You should say 
‘Wait’ because we should wait for the 
queen.” 

The prince again picked himself up, but 
this time he waited for the king and queen. 
When the queen was seated, and the boy 
again tried to sit down, the chair did not 
fall over. 

Every one was quite happy at breakfast, 
for there seemed to be many good magic 
words spoken. The prince ate very rapidly, 
though, and was the first one to finish his 
breakfast. Then he started to rise. But each 
time he would be nearly ready to leave the 
table, some one would look at him queerly, 
just as magic eyes watch people, and he 
would sink back on the chair. He tried again 
and again to leave, but he could not. 

“My son, what is it you wish?” asked the 
king. 

“I was going to leave the table, but since 
the castle has become enchanted, I can’t 
leave my chair,” answered the boy. 

“My son,” said the king, “perhaps the 
magic word when one wishes to leave the 
table is, ‘Excuse me’.” 



RED AND GOLD STORIES 


35 



“Why, brother, what is the matter?” she asked 


The prince tried saying, “Excuse me.” It 
worked like magic. 

All day long the prince and princess 
found that kind words and polite words made 
things happen like good magic, and cross 
words and impolite words made things hap¬ 
pen like bad magic. 

That night Godmother said to them, “The 
reason the prince got locked in his room was 




































36 


RED AND GOLD STORIES 


because he was so cross that he slammed the 
door too hard, and the lock caught. He was 
in such a hurry he did not sit down in his 
chair straight, and because he knew he 
should not leave the table without being ex¬ 
cused, he imagined the rest were looking at 
him queerly. This castle is not truly en¬ 
chanted; only as you speak good or bad 
words does it seem enchanted.” 

As time went on, and the prince and 
princess learned to speak only good enchant¬ 
ing words, the people of the castle became 
very happy. And it was a nicer place to live 
in than the most truly enchanted castle any¬ 
one ever heard of. 








CDcugic OXr ror6 

By Gladys Cleone Carpenter 

Little Princess Marie wandered 
about the rooms of the great 
castle looking for something to 
do. There were no princes nor 
princesses to play with, for she 
was visiting her uncle, the great 
King Bruce, in the kingdom next 
to her father’s realm. 

After a while she came to a little door. 
She tried the door, and it flew open. There 
was a long stairway, so long and dark that 
the princess could hardly see to the top of it. 
She took a candle and started to climb but 
had to stop and rest many times. Finally she 
reached the top. There was another door. 
She opened this and found that she was in 
the castle tower. 

“What do you want up here?” asked a 
little old woman who sat spinning. 

“Why, please,” replied the princess, “I 
was looking for something to do.” 

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38 


RED AND GOLD STORIES 


“You might go into the Tower of Mir¬ 
rors,” said the old woman. 

“Oh, I would like to do that!” exclaimed 
Princess Marie. 

The old woman led the way across a 
small room and unlocked and opened a door. 
There was a very long room filled with mir¬ 
rors. 

“Look into one,” said the woman. 

Princess Marie chose a gold framed mir¬ 
ror with a large clear glass. But when she 
looked into it, she saw reflected there a very 
ugly appearing girl. Of course, the girl wore 
a satin dress and had long golden curls, but 
oh! what a terrible face. 

“Why,” screamed the princess, “I don’t 
look like that.” 

“Mirrors never lie,” said the old woman. 

“They do,” the princess contradicted. 
Hurrying across the room, she looked into 
another mirror. 

“Oh,” she cried, “the hateful thing. I 
don’t look like it. People say I am very beau¬ 
tiful.” 

The reflection in the mirror grew blacker 




RED AND GOLD STORIES 


39 


and more ugly every moment. “Look at me,” 
commanded the woman. 

The princess looked. The old woman was 
shabbily dressed, her hair was gray, and her 
face was wrinkled. “Now,” said the old 
woman, “come and stand by me, and we will 
look into the mirror together.” 

When they looked, the princess seemed 
ugly and black, and the old woman was beau¬ 
tiful, and her face was bright like sunshine. 

“The mirrors do not show just your rosy 
cheeks and 
blue eyes,” said 
the little wo¬ 
man, “these are 
magic mirrors; 
they show 
what you think 
reflected in 
your face.” 

Princess 
Marie looked 
carefully into 
the o 1 d wo¬ 
man’s face. She 
saw how sweet 



She took a candle and started to climb 







































40 


RED AND GOLD STORIES 


the smile was. She saw that it did not matter 
altogether what people wore; it was their 
thoughts that made them look nice or ugly. 
When she thought more kindly of the old 
woman, she looked into the mirror and saw 
that her own reflection was less ugly. 

So Princess Marie tried to look for things 
to think kindly about. She picked up a ball of 
wool for the old woman. She helped her with 
her spinning. 

“Look into the next mirror,” said the old 
woman. 

The princess looked, and her reflection 
was much nicer. 

“You must look better in each mirror,” 
said the old woman, “and by following them, 
you will come to a door through which you 
can pass to the rooms below.” 

Princess Marie thought it was good of the 
old woman to guide her. She thought how 
beautiful the sunshine was on the walls of 
the room; and how kindly the old woman 
spoke to her. She was sorry for having 
thought the old woman was mean. And with 
each mirror she found that her reflection 
looked better. 



RED AND GOLD STORIES 


41 


“Glance into the last mirror,” said the old 
woman. 

“Why,” said Princess Marie, “I appear 
beautiful.” 

So the princess found her way to the door, 
and when she arrived there, she thanked the 
old woman for telling her how to leave the 
tower. When the princess went down the 
stairs, she found _ 


herself in the 
throne room. 


“Ah,” said 
the king, “I 
know where you 
have been, for 
that door comes 
from the Tower 
of Mirrors. No 
one ever comes 
through it un¬ 
less like you 
they are beauti¬ 
ful because their 



thoughts are 
kind.” 


With each mirror she found that her 
reflection looked better 







































oncy Joncw ^Sprites 


By Frances Ellen Funk 

Away up in the sky, 
over the tree-tops and 
higher than the clouds, are 
the glistening white snow- 
fields. Up there it is always 
cold, and that is where 
King Jack Frost and the hundreds of little 
snow sprites work all the year around, gath¬ 
ering the snow and getting it ready to be 
scattered down over the world when winter 
comes. 

Of course, it is always winter somewhere 
in the world, and so these little people are 
kept very busy. They love their work, and 
have a great deal of fun as they roll and toss 
the fluffy balls of soft, white snow. 

Some days the snow people do not feel 
like working, and then they are liable to get 
into some mischief! On days when Jack 

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RED AND GOLD STORIES 


43 


Frost is a long way off, in a far country 
where the people need snow, the sprites 
sometimes stop work and play. 

One day, when the air was crisp and ting¬ 
ling, the little snow people could not settle 
down to work. They gathered in a great cir¬ 
cle around Silver-top, who was a very bright 
and active little fellow and who could always 
think of something new to play. 

“What shall we do?” grumbled the rest¬ 
less sprites. “We’ve played everything we 
know, and all of the snow bags are so full 
that we can’t get any more into them!” 

Just then Silver-top had a wonderful idea! 
“Listen!” he called eagerly. “I know some¬ 
thing we have never done which will be great 
fun. Let’s take some bags of snow and make 
a big storm all by ourselves without Jack 
Frost knowing anything about it! We’ll have 
lots of fun!” 

For a moment the little people hesitated. 

“But you know we might not go to the 
right place or get the snow on evenly with¬ 
out Jack Frost to show us how. He’ll be 
angry if he ever finds out!” said one. 

“Well, he won’t find out. Anyway, a snow 



44 


RED AND GOLD STORIES 



Grasping the great bags, they whirled recklessly 
out into the sky 

storm can’t hurt anything, can it? Come 
on, let’s have some fun!” called the mischiev¬ 
ous Silver-top. 

He was always the leader, and so with 
shouts of laughter they followed him. Grasp¬ 
ing the great bags, they whirled out into the 
sky and down through the clouds until they 
were near enough to the earth to scatter the 
snow. It was only September in that part of 
the country, and of course snow should not 
come until the winter time. 

Right down over the cities and towns the 
snow sprites went, and as soon as Silver-top 
gave the word, bing! went the great bags, 
and the air was filled with soft clouds of fall¬ 
ing snow. 







RED AND GOLD STORIES 


45 


What a surprise it was to all the people! 
A hard snow storm in September! It had 
been a very warm day, too, and it made 
everything all mixed up to have snow come 
tumbling out of a clear sky! 

In the big city men who were working on 
the new buildings which were to be finished 
by the winter time, looked up in surprise 
when they felt the first flakes. 

“Snow!” they cried, and they hurried 
down off the wet boards, slipping and falling 
as they tried to reach the ground before the 
snow was too thick on the ladders. 

In the country it was even worse. Far¬ 
mers, working hard in the fields, looked up 


and could not believe their eyes. Then they 

naa to Hurry aruunu, ny- 


ing to get things under 

!r1l©SSI Hill 

cover! 

KHPwB 

The only ones who 

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were happy to see the 


storm were the boys and 


girls, for, of course, they 


loved the snow and did 


not care whether it came 


when it should or not! 












16 


RED AND GOLD STORIES 


They hurried into their coats and sweaters 
and ran out into the midst of it. They 
tumbled in the soft drifts and enjoyed every 
bit of it! 

Silver-top and the other sprites romped 
and played until darkness fell, and then they 
hurried back to the snow-fields. They had 
had a wonderful time, and they chuckled as 
they told each other that Jack Frost would 
never know that the world had a snow storm 
in the summer. 

But he did know all about it, for he 
watched over all the world and knew every¬ 
thing that went on. He was very, very angry, 
too, for he knew what a lot of trouble the 
naughty little people had made. 

Calling all of the sprites together that 
night, when the golden moon was casting a 
mellow light over the cold, white snow-fields, 
he said, “I know well just what was done to¬ 
day, and I feel very sad to think that good 
and helpful people would do such a selfish 
and thoughtless act. 

“You have made the people of the world a 
great deal of trouble, and I shall have to pun¬ 
ish you so that you will remember not to be 



RED AND GOLD STORIES 


47 



What a surprise it was to all the people! A hard snow storm m September 


so careless again. To keep you busy, so that 
your idle hands will not be naughty, you 
must keep snow spread on all the highest 
mountain tops all the year ’round. And on 
very cold nights, you must go down to the 
world and draw pictures on the window- 
panes for the boys and girls to see. 

That is why, all over the world, on the 
high mountain tops you will find snow in any 
kind of weather. And that is why, when boys 
and girls get up on a cold morning and find 
the windows covered with beautiful tracery 
of frost, they may be sure that the snow 
sprites have been there in the night. 









By Dorothy Arno Baldwin 

NCE upon a time, there 
lived a girl who was so 
busy thinking about 
what her friends were 
doing that she had lit¬ 
tle time for anything 
else. If one of them 
took the largest apple 
in the dish, she was sure to see it—and tell 
of it, too!—and if another made a face be¬ 
hind someone’s back, she told about that, as 
well. She probably had a real, sure-enough 
name, but no one could remember what it 
was because everybody called her Tattletale. 

One morning she was passing the bake- 
shop when she saw the Baker’s daughter be¬ 
hind the counter filling a basket with ginger¬ 
bread men. The girl was wearing her best 
blue dress, which she only wore on special 
occasions. That did not surprise Tattletale, 

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By Dorothy 











She saw the baker's daughter at the counter filling a basket with 

gingerbread men 


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50 


RED AND GOLD STORIES 


for this was the day for the yearly visit of 
the Doll Merchant, the most special occasion 
of all, but she was surprised to see that the 
Baker’s daughter was wearing her away- 
from town hat. Why was she going away 
when the Doll Merchant was coming? 

Tattletale saw the girl go out the back 
door of the shop carrying her basket, bring 
her donkey from the stable, and ride away on 
his back. 

As quickly as might be, Tattletale hunted 
up the other girls and told them what she 
had seen. 

“The Baker’s daughter is going to meet 
the Doll Merchant, sure as can be!” declared 
the Tattletale. “You know how much he 
liked the gingerbread men she baked for him 
last year. She thinks that by meeting him 
and giving him some before he gets here, she 
can persuade him to let her have the best 
doll.” 

“Which way did she go?” asker the Gro¬ 
cer’s daughter. 

“Let’s follow her!” cried one after anoth¬ 
er of the group. “We can reach him before 
she does if we hurry,” said Tattletale. “She 



RED AND GOLD STORIES 


51 


took the Roundabout Road. The Straight¬ 
away Road runs into it not far from town, 
and it is so much shorter than if we go that 
way, we should reach the crossroads ahead 
of her, even if she is riding.” 

Without another moment’s delay, Tattle¬ 
tale hurried away and the others followed. 
They walked very fast until they came in 
sight of the crossroads; then they ran. 

“How queer!” exclaimed Tattletale, as 
she reached the crossing and looked up and 
down the Roundabout Road. “She isn’t in 
sight. She must have passed ahead of us 
after all, but she can’t be far from here. 
Come! We must hurry if we mean to catch 
her.” 

Tattletale seized two of the girls by the 
arm and scurried away on the Roundabout 
Road. 

“But how do you know she didn’t turn 
down the Straightaway Road?” someone 
called after her. 

“Because she’d have taken that road in 
the first place if she had expected to meet 
him here,” Tattletale threw back over her 
shoulder. 




52 


RED AISD GOLD STORIES 



“That’s so!” agreed the others, and they 
scurried after the three leaders. 

It was a hot day, and they hadn’t scurried 
far before they were too warm and too tired 
to scurry another step, but Tattletale 
wouldn’t stop to rest because she felt sure 
that the Doll Merchant and the Baker’s 
daughter were just around the next bend; 
and the others kept on, too, because each 
wanted to be among the first to catch sight 
of them. 

The Doll Merchant was not around the 
next bend, nor the next, nor the next, nor 
the next; and neither was the Baker’s 
daughter. The sun grew hotter and hotter, 
and the little party walked slower and slow¬ 
er, and finally, all but Tattletale sat down 
and declared that they wouldn’t go an inch 
farther, even for a dozen doll merchants. The 
worst of it was that it was already past noon, 
and no one had brought any lunch. 

“The Baker’s daughter couldn’t have 































RED Am GOLD STORIES 


53 


come this way,” remarked the Grocer’s 
daughter. 

“No, and neither did the Doll Merchant,” 
added the Shoemaker’s daughter. 

“Who told you that she was going to 
meet him?” demanded the Tailor’s daughter 
of Tattletale. 

“Nobody did,” replied Tattletale. “I 
could see for myself that that was what she 
was planning.” 

“Then you didn’t know?” 

“No-o,” admitted Tattletale, “But—” 

At that everyone began to grumble, and 
to blame Tattletale and each other and the 
Doll Merchant and the Baker’s daughter and 
everyone else they could think of because 
they had been foolish enough to listen to 
what Tattletale had said. 

At about sundown, they all trailed into 
town, the hungriest, tiredest, dustiest girls 
anybody could imagine. And worst of all, 
the Doll Merchant had been there and gone, 
and the only one of all the girls in town to 
be at home to welcome him had been the 
Baker’s daughter. She hadn’t gone to meet 
him at all, but had hurried off on her donkey 



54 


RED AND GOLD STORIES 



to carry some gingerbread men to a lady on 
the Roundabout Road, who had ordered 
some, and then she had hurried home just in 
time to see the Doll Merchant come tramp¬ 
ing into town on the Straightaway Road. He 
had left her a lovely doll, but not another 
girl had a new doll that year. 

“I’ll never, never, never listen to Tattle¬ 
tale again!” declared each one. 

“I’m not going to be Tattletale any long¬ 
er,” promised that young lady, and she kept 
her word. 



















Tfw 

Magic \ louuLiia 

By Dorothy Arno Baldwin 

NE day, long ago, two 
brothers, Jean and Jac¬ 
ques, set out to seek their 
fortunes. Most of all they 
hoped to find the Castle of 
Heart’s Desire, for it was 
said that whoever entered its gates would ob¬ 
tain that which he most wished for. 

They soon came to a crossroads, and Jean 
decided to take one fork, while Jacques fol¬ 
lowed the other. 

Jacques had not traveled far when he saw 
in the distance a great mountain, which 
seemed to lift its head higher and higher into 
the clouds the nearer he came to it. 

“I have come the wrong way. I ought to 
have taken the other road,” he decided. 

So Jacques trudged back to the crossroads 

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56 


RED AND GOLD STORIES 


and turned down the road that his brother 
had taken. When he had gone a little way 
down this second road, he saw another huge 
mountain towering in front of him. He kept 
on, however, hoping that he would find that 
this road ran around the base of it. But alas, 
no! It ran right into the cliff. 

“What can be the meaning of this?” won¬ 
dered Jacques. “Does a mountain block every 
road to good fortune?” 

“It does, young master,” said a voice near 
him, for, without realizing it, Jacques had 
spoken aloud. “That is the Magic Mountain. 
It rises across every road in the kingdom. 
You must either climb it or go back.” 

“But I couldn’t climb it!” protested the 
boy. “No one could; it is too steep.” 

“Have you tried it?” asked the man. 

“Tried it! Of course not! What would be 
the use of trying?” 

“Then you will have to return without 
your fortune,” said the man. 

“No, I have thought of a way,” answered 
Jacques. “I will go around the mountain.” 

He started at once on a path that led 
through the woods in the valley, but never 




They soon came to a cross-roads 


57 





























58 


RED AND GOLD STORIES 


before had he seen such a crooked path. 

In the meantime, Jean had come to the 
great rock wall, and he was a little discour¬ 
aged, too. 

“It is very steep,” he said to himself, as 
he looked at the path, “and the mountain is 
very high. But it will just waste time to go 
back and take another road. I will try to 
climb, instead.” 

Going to the base of the cliff, which looked 
so straight up and down, Jean found that 
there were crevices in the side of it into 
which he could put his feet and his fingers. 
Placing his foot in the first one, the boy 
pulled himself up and found to his surprise 
that it was not so hard after all. 

The next step was easier than the first, 
and the third was easier than the second. 
Soon he discovered that the mountain was 
becoming less steep as he climbed. 

In a short time he had reached the rim of 
clouds that surrounded the peak. He pushed 
hurriedly on, and presently through the mists 
he saw a gleaming castle. From the stone 
gateway a herald appeared and came down 
the pathway to meet him. 





RED Am GOLD STORIES 


59 



He found that its rocky sides rose like a wall straight 
across his road 


“Welcome to the Castle of Heart’s De¬ 
sire!” cried the herald. “Look behind you.” 

Jean looked back, expecting to see the val¬ 
ley far below, but instead it seemed almost 
at his feet. 

“Why, this isn’t a mountain at all!” he 
exclaimed in amazement. “It is only a hill. 
What I thought were clouds about the sum- 







60 


RED AND GOLD STORIES 


mit were only mists that had risen from the 
valley.” 

The mists had cleared away now, and at 
the foot of the Magic Mountain stood Jac¬ 
ques, looking hopelessly around. The path he 
had followed had led him all the way around 
the mountain, and now he was back where 
he had started. 

“Come, Jacques!” cried his brother. “The 
castle is here!” 

Jacques shook his head in a discouraged 
way. Seeing that he meant to turn back, Jean 
ran down the hill. 

“Did you drop from the clouds?” ex¬ 
claimed Jacques, astonished by his sudden ap¬ 
pearance. 

“Those are not clouds. They are only val¬ 
ley mists,” replied his brother. “Climb up 
with me, and you shall see.” 

With Jean’s help, Jacques began the as¬ 
cent, and soon was climbing along almost as 
easily as his brother had done. In a little 
while they had reached the summit. The 
gates of the castle stood open, and together 
the brothers happily entered to claim their 
hearts’ desire. 



TKc 

Kynaway JJ>o<g and 

the Gadabout Hen. 

By Dorothy Arno Baldwin 

ITTLE DOG NIP was lost! 
Reuben had called and 
whistled for him all around 
the house and the stables, 
but he would not come, and 
no one had seen him since 
early morning. Reuben felt 
guilty about his pet, because 
he had forgotten to give him 
his breakfast. At last he 
started down the road. 

He had not walked far 
when he met Mary Jane. 
Her eyes were red with 
crying, and before Reuben could speak, she 
cried, “Have you seen my Little Brown 






62 


RED AND GOLD STORIES 


Hen? I forgot to feed her this morning, and 
she has run away with all her chickens.” 

“I haven’t seen so much as a feather of 
them,” answered Reuben. “Have you seen 
my Little Dog Nip? I forgot to feed him, 
too.” 

Mary Jane had not. “But I will help you 
look for Nip,” said she, “if you will help me 
find my Little Brown Hen and her chickens.” 

Reuben agreed, and together they hunted 
all around Mary Jane’s yard and under the 
barn and through the orchard, but neither 
hen nor chickens could they see. So away 
they went down the road, hoping to find 
some one who could tell them about the run¬ 
away dog and the gadabout hen. 

They had not gone far when they saw 
Johan hurrying towards them, looking very 
much worried, and before either of them 
could say a word, he called out, “Have you 
seen my Fat Little Pig? I forgot to feed him 
this morning, and because he was so hungry, 
he ran away.” 

“We have not seen so much as the curl 
of his tail,” answered Reuben. “Have you 
seen my Little Dog Nip and Mary Jane’s 






At last, far down the road, they spied a cloud of dust 


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Little Brown Hen? We forgot to feed them, 
too, and they have run away.” 

Johan had not, and the three went on 
together. 

They walked and walked, and at last, far 
down the road, they spied a cloud of dust. 
Above and around it fluttered a flock of 
pigeons. The dust was so thick that they 
could not tell what was behind it, and it was 
traveling away from them at such a rate that 
they had to run to catch up. 

Before they had quite reached the dust 
cloud, Mary Jane almost tripped over her 
Little Brown Hen and all the chickens, who 
had settled down for a rest at the roadside. 
They looked as if they had had a good meal, 
but where they had found it was a mystery, 
until a gust of wind whisked away the dust 
cloud. There was the queerest procession 
that ever was seen! There were Little Dog 
Nip and the Fat Little Pig. There were the 
pigeons and some geese and a turkey. In 
the midst oi them walked a fat boy. In one 
hand was half a doughnut, and in the other 
a sandwich. 




In the midst of them walked a fat boy 




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RED AND GOLD STORIES 


“Go away! Shoo S-s-st!” the boy was ex¬ 
claiming. 

Every time he spoke, he waved his arms, 
and whenever he waved his arms, bits of his 
sandwich broke off. Then all those hungry 
creatures, not one of whom had any break¬ 
fast that morning, rushed for the crumbs. 

“Do you know whom this dog and pig and 
all the others belong to?” cried the doughnut- 
and-sandwich boy, when he saw Reuben and 
Johan. 

Of course they did know about the dog 
and the pig, and were glad enough to find 
them, and just then the boys and girls who 
owned the pigeons and the geese and the tur¬ 
key came running up to claim their pets. 

The fat boy was very angry. “That pig 
tripped me up and ate the acorns that rolled 
out of my pocket,” he scolded. “The birds 
gobbled up my salted peanuts and the fine 
big blueberries I had in my cap, and now 
that dog is trying to get the rest of my 
doughnut and sandwich. Please call them 
off!” 

“Didn’t you have any breakfast, either?” 
asked Mary Jane. 



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67 


The fat boy looked surprised. “Why of 
course!” he answered. “But I always carry 
something in my pocket in case I get hun¬ 
gry. This time that troop of birds and ani¬ 
mals got it first.” 

“We’ll remember to feed them after this 
so they won't be hungry and eat your lunch,” 
promised the boys and girls. 

“I wish you would,” smiled the fat boy, 
“but perhaps it would be safer for me to eat 
all I want at meal times and leave my pockets 
empty.” 





Thc 

Castle of Cohoes 

By Dorothy Arno Baldwin 

There was not a sound 
in the king’s council cham¬ 
ber as the royal tutor 
bowed low before the king. 
Mariette, holding her 
breath, leaned forward to 
hear what he would say. 

“Your Majesty,” began 
the tutor, “we have at last 
decided what must be done 

with Mariette.” 

“What is your plan?” asked the king. 
“This little maid,” went on the tutor, 
motioning towards Mariette, “is suffering 
from a serious illness. She must be sent to 
live in the Castle of Echoes. When the castle 
sings, she will be cured.” 

“But father,” protested Mariette, “I don’t 

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want to go to the Castle of Echoes. I’m not 
sick.” 

“Did not your parents say that you cry 
because you must go to bed at night, that 
you do not like to eat what is set before you, 
and that you fly into a temper when asked to 
do anything?” replied the tutor. 

“They ask me to do things that I do not 
want to do,” pouted Mariette, “and to eat 
things that I don’t like to eat.” 

The tutor shook his head. “It is as I 
feared. You are not well, and until the En¬ 
chanted Castle sings, you will not be cured.” 

Without more ado, the king ordered the 
royal carriage, and Mariette was taken at 
once to the Castle of Echoes. She had de¬ 
cided to cry when the big doors swung to 
behind her, but she didn’t because the castle 
was so lovely. She went from room to room, 
looking at the cunning little faces carved in 
the furniture, at the rich velvet carpets and 
curtains heavy with gold, and at the beauti¬ 
ful pictures on the walls. 

By and by she felt hungry. 

“I want my dinner!” she whined, won¬ 
dering who was here to get it for her. 



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All this time the great door had remained 
tightly closed 


“Dinner!” repeated a voice just as she 
spoke. 

It was not a pleasant voice, and Mariette 
was not sure where it came from, but she 
soon found the dining room, with dinner 
waiting on the table. Mariette sat down and 
looked at her plate, upon which was a serv- 













































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ing of chicken, mashed potato, and green 
peas. 

“I don’t want that!” complained the girl, 
pushing back the plate. 

“Don’t want that!” exclaimed several 
voices together. 

Mariette looked up in surprise, but she 
could not see anyone. 

“No, whoever you are, I don’t want that!” 
she cried, springing up and knocking over 
her chair. 

She could hear the voices shouting at her 
through the noise made by the falling chair. 
Clapping her hands to her ears, she ran from 
the room. 

Mariette ran upstairs and flinging her¬ 
self on a big bed, kicked about until the fine 
white counterpane was in a heap. She lay 
there for some time, thinking how miser¬ 
able she was. When she got up, she saw on 
the dresser a sign upon which was painted: 

“Smooth out the bed!” 

“I don’t want to smooth out the bed!” 
declared the girl. 

“Smooth out the bed!” came the voice, 
but no one was in sight. 



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Suddenly the whole castle seemed to burst into song 

“I won’t! I won’t! I won’t!” cried 
Mariette. 

“Won’t! Won’t! Won’t!” repeated the 
voice. 

Day after day passed, and although 
Mariette saw no one, she often heard voices, 
sometimes unpleasant ones. At first she was 
angry, but she soon forgot everything but 
the wish to be at home again. Would the 
castle never sing? 

Every day Mariette listened, but she 
heard no music, although the voices did not 































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speak so often. She began to hum little bits 
of song to herself, just to see if she couldn’t 
remind the castle to sing. One day she heard 
an answering bit of song. 

The next day Mariette heard it again, and 
each day after that the singing became more 
distinct. 

One morning Mariette felt sure when 
she jumped out of bed that something fine 
was to happen that day. Dressing hurriedly, 
she ran downstairs, singing merrily. Sud¬ 
denly the whole castle seemed to burst into 
song! It echoed and re-echoed from the walls 
until the air was filled with music. As Mari¬ 
ette crossed the hall, the doors swung open, 
and she ran out into the sunshine. 

As the castle doors swung to behind her, 
the echoes in the walls once more became 
silent. For all I know, Mariette is singing to 
this day! 






By Dorothy Arno Baldwin 

The day for the great 
tournament at the castle 
was very near, and all the 
boys in the kingdom were 
greatly excited. Such a 
tournament as this was to 
be, had never been held be¬ 
fore, for the boys who would 
enter the contests must con¬ 
tend against Prince Walde- 
mar, who was well skilled in 
sports. 

There were two boys, Hildred and Garth, 
who, more than any others, longed for suc¬ 
cess. Hildred, who was known for his skill 
in games, felt sure of winning, while Garth, 
who seldom had time to share in any sports, 
had little hope. 



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A week before the tournament was to 
take place, boys from every part of the king¬ 
dom began to arrive at the castle, and a 
large camp was formed outside the walls. 
As each arrived, he took up his share of the 
work about the camp. 

“Where is Hildred?” asked one of the 
boys the morning after Hildred’s arrival. 
“He should be helping.” 

“He’s hiding behind that tree,” said 
another, “Here, Hildred! We want you to 
help us get some firewood.” 

Hildred gathered a few sticks, but he 
soon made an excuse to slip away. It was so 
all through the week. Whenever there was 
work to be done, Hildred was missing, leav¬ 
ing others to do his share. 

Garth was busy most of the time. 

“You’ll tire yourself out so that you 
won’t have any chance against the prince,” 
Hildred warned him. “Why don’t you get 
in some practice for the tournament?” 

“I’m practicing every day,” laughed 
Garth. 

‘Td like to know when!” exclaimed Hil¬ 
dred. “Every time I see you you’re either 



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“When l run an errand , Vm racing with the Prince ” 


tramping back from market with a load of 
supplies, or running on some errand. You 
don’t have to do it.” 

“No, but the work needs to be done, and I 
may as well do it as anybody. All the time I 
imagine that I’m really taking part in the 
tournament,” explained Garth. “When I run 
on an errand, I’m racing with the prince; 
when I carry a heavy load, it’s a test of 
strength; and every stone I throw out of the 
garden, teaches me to throw hard and 
straight.” 











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The great day finally came. Each boy 
wore a mask and some trophy by which he 
could be told from the others. One who at¬ 
tracted much attention was dressed in green 
velvet, with a scarf of crimson across his 
breast. He wore proudly a helmet of gleam¬ 
ing silver in which was thrust an eagle’s 
feather. 

First, at a blast from a trumpet, came the 
race. The prince quickly outdistanced all 
save a boy who wore a plain gray suit, a 
black mask across his eyes, and a crow’s 
wing in his cap. At the end of the race this 
runner was almost on the heels of the prince, 
while he of the eagle’s feather lagged far 
behind. 

“It is seldom that crow outflies the 
eagle,” said Prince Waldemar, with a glance 
at the laggard. 

In one after another of the contests the 
result was the same. The crow, as he was 
called, could lift twice the weight that the 
eagle could. He could throw farther, and in 
the tug-of-war he even pulled Prince Walde¬ 
mar a few steps forward, while the Prince 
pulled the eagle across the field. 



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“When I carry a heavy load it’s a test of strength ** 


“Who is this weakling?” demanded 
Prince Waldemar at last. “Let him sit among 
the crowd. He is in the way on the field.” 

The eagle crept away, and when at the 
close of the tournament the prince called 
upon contestants to unmask, the eagle was 
not to be seen. 

“Garth! Garth! Three cheers for Garth!” 
cried the crowd, as the crow pulled off his 
mask and was recognized. 

Prince Waldemar took him by the hand 
and announced that Garth was chosen, be¬ 
cause he was most nearly his own equal in 
skill, to live at the castle for a year and to 
share in all his sports and pleasures. At the 



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end of that time another tournament would 
be held, and another boy would be chosen for 
the same honor. 

The eagle now stepped forward, and tak¬ 
ing off his helmet, bowed low before the 
prince. It was Hildred. 

“You have chosen well, Prince!” said he. 
“But next year I may be chosen as your play¬ 
fellow, for Garth has shown me the way to 
win.” 

So it came to be. The next year Hildred 
won the tournament, for he had learned that 
hard work never hurts anyone. 











Hit 'The Ywst 
ClDbdd f^OSC 


By Mary S. Hitchcock 


Once upon a time, a long, long while ago, 
there lived a little princess upon a beautiful 
isle. On her birthday her father gave her a 
wonderful alabaster vase. 

She was very much pleased with it and 
asked if it might be placed on the marble ter¬ 
race in the king’s garden. 

“Certainly, little daughter, and you shall 
have the fairest flower in the kingdom to 
plant therein.” And the king gave orders for 
the flower-gatherers to go and bring the love¬ 
liest blossoms. 

That day, on blossom hill, where the most 
beautiful flowers grew near a gray rock wall, 
there was great excitement. 

There were white flowers, and blue and 
pink and yellow ones. Each one had its own 
peculiar beauty, and each thought she had a 
chance of being chosen until she looked up 


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and saw the scarlet lily that grew near the 
sunny edge of the wall. The lily surely was a 
splendid flower, and she was very well aware 
of it. 

“I think the princess will choose me. I 
have long been regarded as the queen of 
flowers here.” 

None of the flowers gave a thought to a 
little moss plant which grew down deep in a 
crevice of the wall, for it had no flower at 
all! Least of all did the little moss plant 
think of itself, although it was very beautiful 
with its dainty fairylike leaves. It grew down 
so deep in the crevice that all it could see was 
the gray rock and the blue sky overhead. 

It wanted so much to see the rest of the 
world that it spent all its time trying to creep 
up the wall to the top of the rock. But as it 
climbed higher, the hot sun beat down upon 
it and dried and scorched it until it hung its 
head. 

“I shall die here in the sun,” it cried. 

A big rose bush with great creamy-pink 
flowers heard it and reached out a branch and 
laid a thick cluster of green leaves and a frag¬ 
rant blossom over the crevice, making a de¬ 
licious shade. 



RED AND GOLD STORIES 


83 


The little plant revived at once, and told 
the rose how grateful it was, and how beauti¬ 
ful the rose seemed. 

“Just wait until you see the scarlet lily,” 
replied the rose. 

“But I cannot reach up far enough,” 
moaned the moss. 

Then the rose asked the lily to bend over 
so the little moss could see her. 

“Indeed, no,” replied the lily. “I might 
get a crook in my neck and spoil my graceful 
shape. Then the princess wouldn’t want me.” 

“Never mind,” murmured the moss. “It 
seems to me that the rose is beautiful enough 
to be the choice of the princess.” 

She hasn’t a chance against me,” cried the 
lily, “for her leaves droop so quickly after she 
is gathered, while mine stay fresh a long 
time.” 

“That is true,” sighed the rose. “I fear I 
have no chance at all to be planted in the ala¬ 
baster vase on the marble terrace in the 
king’s garden.” 

“Oh,” cried the little moss plant, reaching 
up its tiny feathery fronds of green. “If I 
could only wrap myself around you, I could 



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keep you fresh and sweet all of the way to 
the palace.” 

“But,” asked a flower fairy, who appeared 
before the moss plant just at that minute, 
“what would become of you?” 

“Oh, that doesn’t matter,” answered the 
moss. “Besides, I would have been quite dead 
before now if the rose had not shaded me.” 

“Very well,” agreed the flower fairy. 
“Here come the flower-gatherers; have your 
wish.” 

She reached out her wand, and in an in¬ 
stant the moss was growing all over the buds 
of the rose. 

The flower fairy looked down at them and 
smiled. “Love beautifies everything,” she 
said, for the rose was ten times more beauti¬ 
ful than ever before. 

The first flower-gatherer who came saw 
the flaming lily and cried out, “See, this is the 
most splendid flower of all.” And he picked 
it quickly and put it in his basket. 

But the second flower-gatherer was bend¬ 
ing over the lovely rose. He took it up ten¬ 
derly, and shaded it from the sun and car¬ 
ried it carefully all the way to the palace. 

“Oh,” exclaimed the princess, when she 



RED AND GOLD STORIES 


85 



saw it, “that is the sweetest of all. It is a 
moss rose!” 

That is how the moss rose came to have 
its name. 









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(Clcud Climbers 



By Frances Ellen Funk 

The Cloud - climbers 
were small sprites who 
worked for Queen Golden 
Glow. They had to dust 
the clouds, keep the cob¬ 
webs out of the sky, and 
polish and smooth the sur¬ 
faces of the sun and the moon. 

For the sun spins around so very fast 
and is so terribly hot that it gets rough on 
the edges and has to be trimmed and 
smoothed constantly. 

The Queen had provided special mittens 
for the Cloud-climbers to keep their hands 
from getting burned or badly scratched as 
they rubbed the sun. She gave them little 
hammers, also, with which to trim and break 
off the rough bits. This work had to be done 




RED AND GOLD STORIES 


87 


always at night so 
that the sun would 
be ready each day. 

The Cloud- 
climbers had some 
great larks as they 
worked together. 

They loved to slide 

the great, fluffy j t gets on t ^ c e j ges om j / i(( , to 

Slid play hide- ^ e an d smoothed constantly 

and-seek around the moon. When the cool 
twilight came, they wanted more than ever to 
play pranks and frolic about. Again and 
again the Queen warned them that their 
work must be done before they could play. 
But they liked to play better than to work. 

One evening, after a very warm and try¬ 
ing day, when all of the sprites had been 
working as hard as possible at their tasks, 
the Cloud-climbers started out to polish the 
sun. As they went they flew gaily about, 
chasing each other around the clouds and 
playing leap-frog over the evening star. 
They pulled on their little mittens and with¬ 
out thinking to be careful, they started to 
hack and chip roughly at the sun with their 
hammers. How surprised they were when 









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a spray of sparks flew from beneath their 
hammers! So, instead of gently tapping and 
smoothing the surface as they usually did, 
they struck off showers of these pieces of the 
sun into the air. 

When they tired of the game, they pol¬ 
ished off the broken edges of the sun with 
their little mittens as well as they could, and 
crept into the clouds to bed. 

That night, when the Queen had drawn 
the velvet curtain of night over the sleeping 
world, all at once, in every direction thou¬ 
sands of sparkling points of light went dart¬ 
ing through the air. Never had anything 
like been seen in Cloudland. Of course the 
Queen knew what had happened, and she felt 
very sad. She watched the falling points of 
light all night, and it was only when the sun 
rose that she saw the lights fade away. 
Later in the morning the Queen gathered all 
of the fairies together and told what the 
careless Cloud-climbers had done. 

“I feel very sorry about what happened 
last night,” she said gravely. “I did not think 
that even the little Cloud-climbers would be 
so thoughtless. Of course, the people of the 
great world beneath us saw the lights fall- 




They loved to slide off the great fluffy clouds and play 
hide-and-seek around the moon 


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ing through the sky, and they called them 
shooting stars. But we all know just what 
the trouble was and how rough and uneven 
the sun’s edges are as a result. It was a 
wasteful thing to do, and I must declare a 
punishment for the Cloud-climbers. 

“Since these little people are so fond of 
fireworks, from now on they must make 
their own. Every night they must light up 
the gardens and the forests and guard the 
flowers and opening buds for the morning.” 

That is why on every summer night may 
be seen the tiny, shining, darting creatures 
that we call Fireflies. While they still fly 
gaily about, playing tag and hop-scotch 
among the flowers, they try not to be care¬ 
less or wasteful. 




and the Chalk, 

By Frances Ellen Funk 


T WAS the night before the 
opening of the school term 
after the long vacation. The 
new pens, pencils, rulers, and 
ink bottles were all dusted 
aces in the little school store, 
which stood next door to the school. Al¬ 
though it was in the very middle of the 
night, the store was in a hubbub! All the 
articles which boys and girls use in school 
were greatly excited. Early the next morn¬ 
ing they would go out into the busy world. 

“Oh,” cried a slim pad of paper, very 
dressy in a bright red cover, “I can hardly 
wait for tomorrow! I do hope a nice, clean 
girl will choose me.” And she rustled her 
crisp sheets with joy. 



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“How I wish that it were morning!” 
sighed a soft, green blotter. “I cannot sleep 
a wink, and I do hope a child will choose me 
who knows how to use ink.” 

“I will be sure to be taken!” called a 
long, pink pencil with a rubber cap. “Every 
child must have a pencil!” 

“Indeed!” interrupted a shiny bottle of 
black ink. “I know one thing; ink is some¬ 
thing that is always needed.” 

For a moment the little shop was quiet. 
Then a gold-trimmed fountain pen spoke 
slowly. “I never thought of that! I suppose 
we can’t possibly all be chosen; some of us 
are sure to be left behind!” 

Again there was a silence, while each 
thing looked at his neighbor and wondered 
who would be needed most. They had all 
been kind and friendly to one another until 
now, but at once they began to get cross 
when they thought of being left in the 
stuffy, dull shop. 

“I’ll go first, for the little folks all love 
colors, you know very well!” loudly spoke a 
box of crayons. 

“Don’t be so sure!” and the bottle of red 
ink bubbled with rage. “If there’s one thing 



RED AND GOLD STORIES 


93 



What was it the high little voice was 
saying to the shopkeeper? 


that a child dearly loves to use, it’s red ink!” 

“Listen!” shouted a fat, brown pencil, as 
he pushed himself to the front; “here’s the 
point! Do you suppose any teacher will al¬ 
low a pupil to use messy ink when there are 
nice, clean pencils to be had?” 

“Who are you calling messy?” shrieked 
the bottle of red ink, almost rolling off of the 
shelf. 








RED AND GOLD STORIES 


91 


By this time almost every article in the 
shop was quarreling with his neighbor, each 
trying to impress the others with his impor¬ 
tance. Just then a cool little voice came 
from a box on the shelf. It was a long, white 
piece of chalk which spoke. 

“Now, really,” said the gentle little voice, 
“I should think it would be much better if 
we all just waited to see what the boys and 
girls can use before we quarrel and fuss!” 

“Oh, indeed!” laughed a fancy pen-wiper. 
“You’re plain and simple enough. I suppose 
you think you will be the first thing out!” 

“Ha! Ha!” called a big, soft eraser, who 
spent his time in rubbing out other people’s 
mistakes. “Maybe the pupils will think you 
are a stick of candy, and they will eat you!” 

The shop rang with sharp laughter and 
mean remarks which all of the articles 
shouted at the chalk. But the poor little 
chalk only answered: 

“I think that there will be some use for 
all of us, or we would not have been put 
here!” 

Some one else had heard unkind treat¬ 
ment given to the chalk, and the good queen 
of the Kinder-fairies decided to give all of 





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the articles in the shop a lesson. She was 
always on hand to see that everything was 
running smoothly in the school and kinder¬ 
gartens when the boys and girls started back 
to work. 

The next morning the shop was opened, 
any everyone waited eagerly for the school 
children to come tumbling in to get their 
things for the first day of school. At last the 
time came, and in trouped the crowds of 
rosy, happy boys and girls. But where were 
they all going? The papers fluttered in ex¬ 
citement, and the pens pricked each other in 
surprise as the little folks all hurried past 
them. What was it the high little voices 
were saying to the shopkeeper? 

“Oh, Mr. Brown, our teacher told us not 
to buy ink or paper or brushes or pencils, not 
for a long while yet, but just to bring white 
chalk. We have big, shiny blackboards, and 
we are to learn to write with the clean, white 
chalk first.” 

The sticks of chalk thrilled with pride 
and delight as the eager boys and girls gath¬ 
ered them carefully into their soft little 
hands and went happily out into the world 
of play and work. But inside of the shop 



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you could have heard murmurs from the 
long shelves. 

“I will never be so hard and sure of my¬ 
self again!” sobbed a pretty red pencil. “It 
just serves us all right for being so mean to 
the chalk!” 

And the ink answered sorrowfully, “Yes, 
it goes to show that the ones who are proud 
of themselves and talk the most are not 
really the ones who are wanted!” 







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Tired Shadow^ 


By Daphne Alloway McVicker 

HE princess woke up and 
climbed sorrowfully out 
of bed. She could hardly 
bear to look for her 
shadow, but finally she 
turned about to find it. 
It was nowhere to be 
seen. She lit a candle in the dim castle room. 
She looked again. Yes, there it was on the 
wall, but oh, such a tired, droopy shadow. 
The Princess sat down on the bed and began 
to cry. If that shadow didn’t cheer up soon, 
she just didn’t know what she would do. 

There had been a time, when she was a 
very small Princess, when her shadow had 
laughed and jumped about as gaily as could 

















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be. But the Princess had grown ill, and when 
she was better her shadow did not seem to get 
better too, for it drooped upon the wall and 
would not dance however much she asked 
it to. 

The Princess sat wearily in a chair all the 
time now, and was never seen to play about, 
and the King and Queen worried terribly be¬ 
cause they were afraid if she did not grow 
happy soon she would slip away. 

Word was sent about the kingdom that a 
happy shadow must be found. A barrel of 
gold coins was offered to anyone who would 
loan a happy shadow to the Princess. Many 
people came hurrying to the Palace, but none 
could find a way to cut their shadows off and 
give them to the Princess. 

In the kingdom lived a shepherd with his 
happy family of twelve sons and daughters. 
Never were happier shadows than those that 
danced about the walls of their little hut. 

One day a page from the court, passing 
by, spied all these shadows dancing about and 
hastily knocked at the door. Mary, the oldest 
little girl, came running to the door and curt¬ 
sied when she saw the well dressed 


page. 



RED AND GOLD STORIES 


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Yes, there it was on the wall, but, oh, such a tired 
droopy shadow 

She was ragged and barefoot but she danced 
as she talked and her shadow bobbed after 
her, merry as could be. 

When she heard his news, she laughed 
until her shadow shook. The Princess wanted 
her shadow! Why of course she could have 
it, and need give no barrel of coins either. 
The Princess was welcome, for they had 
twelve merry shadows in the little hut and 
would not miss one or two. 













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So she packed a little lunch and went skip¬ 
ping off through the woods to give her 
shadow to the Princess. At first they were 
not going to let her into the Palace, for she 
was but a barefoot shepherdess, but the page 
told them that she was bringing a shadow for 
the Princess and they hurried her in. 

There sat the tired little Princess, and in 
skipped Mary, laughing and gay. The Prin¬ 
cess smiled, wearily, and said she would like 
Mary’s shadow very much indeed. But then 
came the trouble. That shadow would not 
come off. They got scissors and clipped at it, 
but it danced away. They tried to chop it 
with an axe. Then Mary had a thought. 

“Let the Princess come with me to my 
father’s hut, and among all the merry 
shadows there, surely she will find one that 
she can slip away.” 

The Princess’s eyes shone at the thought. 
Go away from the Palace to a merry shep¬ 
herd’s hut among a throng of laughing chil¬ 
dren? She clapped her hands. 

With a great to do, it was done. The 
Princess was put into a carriage drawn by a 





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milk white horse, and Mary climbed in be¬ 
side her. Off through the woods they jangled. 
The Princess was astonished to see the trees 
and flowers for she had not been out of the 
Palace for a long time, and her eyes shone as 
she talked. All unknown to them, the Prin¬ 
cess’s tired shadow began to skip about a 
little, too, as it followed them. 

When they reached the hut, all the eleven 
brothers and sisters crowded around, for 
they had never seen a Princess before. The 
first thing the Princess knew, she was play¬ 
ing their games and taking care of the baby, 
and helping make the stew in the great pot. 
And she never once thought about her 
shadow. 

When sundown came and the carriage 
called for the Princess a wondrous sight was 
seen. For the Princess’s tired shadow was 
well again. It was dancing about on the wall 
of the hut as excitedly as any shadow in the 
group. 

The shepherd and his wife smiled, for 
they knew the secret. They knew that a 
merry heart and thought of others make a 
merry shadow—and that one who mopes and 



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thinks about himself and his shadow, will 
fade away and grow tired. 

But the King and Queen thought it was 
magic and the Princess was sent every day to 
play with the children in the hut. Soon there 
were better things to eat and wear in the 
little cottage. In the Princess’s heart grew 
thoughts of others and merry forgetfulness 
of herself and the Princess’s shadow forgot 
to be tired anymore. 



















“Jilway6 Late " 
‘"LMsy -^a-hcacT 


By Dorothy Arno Baldwin 



In the land of 
Somewhere there 
lived a boy who was 
always late. Always- 
Late had a twin sis¬ 
ter who was ahead 
of time as often as 
he was late. She 
was so afraid she 
might miss something that she usually 
started at least an hour ahead of the time 


when she was expected to start. 

The twins’ birthday came late in the year, 
and they were delighted when, a day or two 
before, enough snow fell to make fine 
sleighing. 

“Hurrah for the snow!’’ cried Always- 

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RED AND GOLD STORIES 


Late. “Let’s invite all our boy and girl 
friends on a sleigh ride to celebrate our 
birthday.” 

His sister was as pleased with the idea 
as he was. They planned to hire several big 
sleighs and to drive to their uncle’s farm for 
some rosy-cheeked apples. 

The birthday morning was clear and 
bright. Long before the proper hour Way- 
Ahead hurried out of the house. In order to 
save time, they had agreed to have the 
sleighs wait for them in the town square, 
where they were all to meet. 

“It isn’t time to start yet,” called Always- 
Late after his sister. “Wait and go when I 
do.” 

“You’re sure to be late, and I mean to be 
on time,” replied the girl, and off she hurried 
to the town square. 

When she arrived there, a sleigh was al¬ 
ready waiting. 

“Just what I thought,” she said to her¬ 
self, “Now I can choose a comfortable seat 
and not have to climb into the last crowded 
place, as Always-Late will.” 

She got into the front seat with the 



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driver, who seemed 
pleased to see her. 

But to her surprise, 
he clucked to his 
horses and started 
off at once. 

“We must wait 
for the others!” cried 
Way-Ahead. 

The driver smiled 
at her and nodded. 

“We’ll have a nice 
little ride all by ourselves,” he said. 

“And then come back for the others! 
That will be fun!” exclaimed the girl. 

The driver took a road that led towards 
the country, but instead of turning onto one 
of the side streets that would take them back 
to the square he kept on and on. 

“We had better go back, now,” suggested 
Way-Ahead. “The others will be at the 
square soon.” 

The driver did not answer, and Way- 
Ahead said again that they ought to go back. 

“Yes; it’s a long, long ride,” replied the 



“ Way-Ahead ” started an hour ahead 
of time 






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man. “I’m afraid you’ll be tired before we 
get there.’’ 

“Get where?” cried Way-Ahead. 

“Aren’t we going back for the rest of the 
sleigh party?” 

“We’ll get there by supper time,” 
answered the driver. 

Way-Ahead tried to tell him that she 
wanted to go back for the sleigh party and 
that she didn’t want to go wherever he was 
taking her. But the man either did not 
speak, or else said something that was not an 
answer at all. 

Just before supper time, they reached a 
cottage miles and miles away from home. A 
sweet-faced lady opened the door. 

“I don’t belong here.” cried Way-Ahead. 

When the lady had unwrapped the scarf 
that had hidden all but the girl’s eyes and the 
tip of her nose, she exclaimed, “Why, so you 
don’t!” 

“Well! Well!” exclaimed the driver. “I 
thought you were Anabel, who was to come 
to spend a week with us. I couldn’t see your 
face because of your scarf and I couldn’t hear 



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107 



“I don’t belong here!” cried “Way-Ahead” 


you because I’m deaf. That’s how we made 
our mistake.” 

They telephoned to town and found that 
Anabel was safe at home. 

“You will have to spend the night here. 
Tomorrow, when I go for Anabel, I will 
carry you home,” said the man. 

“Did you have a nice sleigh party?” asked 
Way-Ahead, when she got home and had 
told her adventure. 

“I didn’t go,” replied Always-Late. I 
was a little late in starting, and when I got 
to the square, the sleighs had all gone. Each 















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sleighful thought I was in one of the other 
sleighs; so they all went off without me. 
They said they had a lovely time at Uncle’s.” 

“I’d like to have been with them,” sighed 
his sister. Then she laughed in spite of her¬ 
self. “It was a funny party when those who 
had the birthday didn’t go! Next time I 
won’t start quite so long beforehand.” 

“You can be sure that I’ll get there on 
time,” declared her brother. 








School 

By Dorothy Arno Baldwin 


N Whirligig street, in Cork¬ 
screw Town, stood the 
Wriggledy School, and a 
very queer school it was. 

“I hope that they really 
will let us wriggle once in 
a while,” said Winnie, as 
she stood waiting for the doors to open on 
the first day. “It is so very hard to sit still.” 

“Not nearly so hard as to learn to wriggle 
properly,” answered a gloomy-looking boy 
who was standing beside her. 

Winnie had no time to speak again before 
the doors flew open and the boys and girls 
marched in. The teacher was standing by 
the entrance to greet them. 

“I am so glad you have come,” she said to 
Winnie. “I have heard of you. I feel sure 
that you are going to be one of my best 
pupils.” 



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“What do you teach?” asked Winnie. 

“Wriggling,” answered the teacher brisk¬ 
ly. “All kinds of wriggling.” 

This was even better than Winnie had 
hoped. Not only would she be allowed to 
wriggle, but she was to be taught new ways 
of wriggling. 

As soon as the pupils were in their seats, 
the teacher stepped up on the platform. 

“First class in wriggling!” she called, 
nodding to Winnie to step forward. 

“Now,” she said, when the class was lined 
up before her, “begin, please, by wriggling 
your toes. Seven minutes and a half will be 
long enough at first. You are to wriggle 
them in time to music, and you are not to 
stop on any account while the music is play¬ 
ing.” 

The gloomy-looking boy struck up a 
lively march on the piano, and the fun began. 
At least, it was fun at first, but Winnie had 
never imagined how tiring wriggling could 
be. Up and down, and round and about, she 
wriggled her toes as the others were doing, 
and round and about, and up and down, and 
round and about— 



. 



“Now” she said, “please begin by wriggling your toes” 


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“Oh, dear! Will that boy never stop play¬ 
ing?” wondered Winnie. 

He did stop, at last, but the teacher was 
not at all pleased with the way her pupils 
had done. They must try again, she declared. 
So they did, and all the while, the teacher 
was beating time with a stick and crying out 
“Faster! Faster!” and the music grew more 
and more lively, until it was quite impossible 
to keep up with them any longer. 

Winnie didn’t try to. She stopped wrig¬ 
gling her toes, but they felt so queer that she 
looked down to see what was the matter. 
Why they were sticking right out through 
the ends of her shoes! 

The teacher saw her looking at them. 
“You will find another pair in the dressing 
room,” she said, excusing Winnie to go and 
get them. 

There were rows upon rows of shoes on 
the dressing room shelves. Winnie found 
some marked with her name, and putting 
them on, hurried back to the schoolroom. 

“Class in elbows!” the teacher was call¬ 
ing. 

Winnie was in this class, also, and by the 






The elbows were quite wriggled out of her sleeves 


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time she had finished wriggling her elbows 
into her desk and into all the other positions 
the teacher directed, the elbows were quite 
wriggled out of her sleeves. The teacher ex¬ 
cused her to go for another dress. 

By this time, Winnie was feeling the least 
bit tired, and the classes had just begun. The 
twisting of shoulders came next, then the 
wiggling of fingers, and the wagging of 
heads. When all the kinds of wriggling had 
been practiced, the teacher asked the whole 
school to rise and try to do them all at once. 

It was very difficiult, but Winnie did her 
best, and at last the teacher said they might 
stop. 

“You have done very well,” she told them, 
“especially Winnie. She is to have the prize.” 

“It will have to be a pretty big prize,” 
thought Winnie, “to make up for all my 
spoiled clothes.” 

She counted them up and found that she 
had worn out: 

11 dresses 

10 pairs of shoes 

19 pairs of stockings 

17 hair ribbons. 



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115 


The teacher called her to the desk to get 
the prize package. In it was a needleful of 
thread! 

“Thank you,” said Winnie politely, 
scarcely knowing whether to laugh or cry. 
“I really do need it.” 

“So do we!” called some one behind her, 
and Winnie turned to see a roomful of the 
most ragged boys and girls that ever were 
seen. 

She closed her eyes to shut out the sight, 
and when she opened them, it was to see her 
new gingham dress and the pretty tan shoes 
and stockings that she was to wear that day 
to school, laid neatly on a chair beside her 
bed. 

Winnie sprang up. “Oh, I am so glad 
there isn’t any Wriggledy School! I can sit 
still as a mouse all day. I shall never wish to 
wriggle again.” 







Gladys Cleone Carpenter 


F there was any one 
thing of which Toby, 
the groceryman’s son, 
was fond, it was pickles. 
It made no difference 
whether they were big 
dill pickles or small 
sweet pickles, long, 
short, fat, thin, smooth or wrinkled pickles; 
he liked them all. 

“If you don’t stop eating so many pickles, 
you’ll turn into one some day,” his father told 
him one afternoon, as he was sitting on a 
pickle barrel with a dill pickle in one hand 
and a sweet pickle in the other. 

But the boy just laughed. “I can’t help 
eating them,” he said. “They taste so fine.” 

“But so many aren’t good for you,” 
answered his father, as he walked away to 
wait on a customer. 



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117 


“Just one more 
can’t hurt me,” 
thought Toby, as 
he started to eat 
the sweet pickle he 
had been holding. 

“Why, what's the 
matter?” he ex¬ 
claimed suddenly. 

“I believe this bar¬ 
rel must be moving!” 

Sure enough, the barrel was rolling out 
through the door! Toby hung on tight, and 
on they went until they came to a great, high 
wall. Four guards were standing by the 
gates, and when they saw the boy and the 
barrel, they rushed up. 

“Welcome, welcome!” they cried. Then 
two of them picked up the barrel, and the 
other two took Toby to the king. 

“Ah, your majesty,” said one of the 
guards, “we find this lad at the gates with a 
strange pickle barrel.” 

“Welcome, welcome!” shouted the cross¬ 
looking king; then he turned to a little page, 
“Take this lad to a room and give him a 



It carried Toby with it and it rolled 
and rolled 



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grand suit,” he said. 

This all seemed very strange to Toby; so, 
when he was alone with the page, he asked, 
“Where am 1?” 

“Why,” explained the page, “you are in 

Pickle Palace.” 


“Why do the 
king and all his 
people look so 
very cross a nd 
sour?” asked the 
boy. 

“Oh! that is 
because they 
have made so 
many faces eat¬ 
ing sour pickles,” 
answered the 
page. 

By this time 
Toby was 
dressed in a gor¬ 
geous court suit 
with green satin 
breeches just 
the color of dill 

























































































































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pickles; so he was led back to the king. 

“Ha, my lad,” said the king, “I cannot tell 
you how happy I am because you have 
brought me a barrel of pickles from a strange 
land. We will have a great celebration. I 
always Knight anybody who thinks of a new 
way to make pickles. What did you like to 
do best of all back in the land where you 
came from?” 

“Your majesty,” replied the boy, “I liked 
best of all things to go to my father’s store 
and sit on a barrel, eating pickles.” 

“Great!” exclaimed the king. “I com¬ 
mand that you become the royal taster. 
Kings always have somebody to taste a little 
of their food before they eat it. Now, the 
queen likes mixed pickles, and the prince 
likes sour pickles, and the princess likes 
sweet pickles, but I like dill pickles. So every 
day you will have to taste these; and after 
this, you will be known as the Royal Pickle 
Taster of Pickle Palace. And now we will 
have a grand' celebration in your honor.” 

Then the celebration commenced. The 
city was hung with gay banners, and all the 
people in the kingdom were invited to come 



RED AND GOLD STORIES 


121 


to the palace for a great feast. 

“Now,” said the king, when they were all 
gathered in the stately court-room after the 
feast, “bring the mysterious barrel on which 
the Royal Pickle Taster came to court. We 
shall open it, and I will have the first queer 
pickles.” 

There was a great shouting in the court¬ 
room; then all grew still, as two strong 
knights brought the barrel and started to 
open it. Crack, the top was torn off; then a 
knight reached into the barrel. 

“What do you find?” asked the king ex¬ 
citedly. 

“Your majesty,” he answered, “I find 
nothing. The barrel is empty.” 

“Empty!” shouted the king, rising from 
his velvet cushions and pushing his jewelled 
crown far back onto his head. “Empty! How 
could it be empty?” 

“I do not know, sir, but it is,” answered 
the knight. 

“Why is this barrel empty?” asked the 
king, turning to Toby and looking as sour as 
though he had been eaten all the pickles in 
the world. 




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RED AND GOLD STORIES 


“Your majesty, I do not know,” answered 
the boy in a frightened voice. “I don’t remem¬ 
ber very well, but I believe that before I 
came here, I was in my father’s grocery 
store and that the barrel had dill pickles in 
it. I think I ate some, and if the barrel is 
empty, it way be that I ate them all.” 

“Faker!” screamed the king. Then he 
turned to the guards. “Seize him and put 
him in the empty pickle barrel and roll him 
home,” he commanded. 

The guards did as they were told, and the 
barrel rolled from the palace, out of the 
gates, and along the road. Suddenly there 
was a crash, and Toby woke up. He had 
fallen asleep with a half a pickle in his hand 
and had rolled off of the barrel. 

“Well,” he cried, jumping up, “I didn’t 
turn into a pickle, but I did turn into a Royal 
Pickle Taster, which is almost as bad! I 
don’t believe I want any more pickles for a 
long time!” 



TjWC^arl of Idleness 

By Dorothy Arno Baldwin 

O, HUM!” sighed Eric as he 
leaned on his spade, “How 
I wish I had nothing to do!” 

To tell the truth, Eric 
didn’t have much to do; just 
to take care of his own little garden and to 
feed the chickens each night and morning, 
but he was tired of doing even that. 

Now this being so, it was the most for¬ 
tunate thing in the world that he sighed and 
leaned on his spade, just when he did, for 
at that moment one of the king’s pages was 
riding by and saw and heard him. 

“You’re the very boy I’m looking for!” 
cried the page, drawing rein. “On the other 
side of the kingdom is the Castle of Idleness 
which stands empty for want of a master. 
The young lord who lived there has left, 
never to return, and the king has sent his 
messengers far and wide to find someone to 

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RED AND GOLD STORIES 


take his place. If you will come there to live, 
you will have nothing to do for the rest of 
your life.” 

“How soon may I go?” cried Eric, throw¬ 
ing down his spade. 

“The sooner the better,” replied the page. 
“Climb up behind me and I will take you 
there now.” 

Eric stopped only long enough for a hasty 
farewell to his parents, then sprang to his 
place on the page’s horse, and away they 
galloped. 

He was soon made lord of the castle, and 
a hundred servants were sent to wait upon 
him. You can imagine how delighted he was, 
for from morning till night he had nothing to 
do but be idle, and he found this no trouble 
at for at least two weeks. 

There were many boys and girls in the 
neighborhood of the castle, and as soon as he 
arrived there, Eric had invited them to play 
with him. They had begun with a game of 
ball. The very first time it was thrown to 
Eric, he missed it and it rolled away. He 
started to run after it, but one of the boys 
caught him and pulled him back. 



RED AND GOLD STORIES 


125 


“Don’t pick it up,” said the boy. “That 
would be work. You are the Earl of Idleness, 
you know.” 

Eric was only too glad not to have the 
bother of chasing the ball, but no one else 
went for it, either. 

“Won’t somebody please get it?” begged 
Eric, but nobody would. 

“We don’t need to work in the Castle of 
Idleness,” they said, so as no one was willing 
to pick it up, there the ball had to lie on the 
ground. 

The next day their marbles rolled away, 
and as no one would pick them up, they 
could not play marbles again; and the next 
day they lost their kites. By the end of the 
two weeks they had played all the games 
they remembered, and as it would have been 
work for their brains to think up any more, 
they had to give up playing altogether, and 
the boys and girls went home. 

It was about that time that Eric noticed 
something strange. He wasn’t the least bit 
happy! He would have liked to read, but 
there wasn’t a book to be found, not even a 
picture to look at. 



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“Ho, hum!” sighed Eric. “How I wish I 
had something to do! I wonder if the serv¬ 
ants can think of anything.” 

He started in search of them. In the great 
hall he found a footman, but he was fast 
asleep. In the dining hall sat a butler, also 
fast asleep. The stewart was asleep, and the 
cook was asleep, and so were the maids, and 
the coachman, and the gardener, and all the 
rest. It was oh, so dull and so quiet in the 
Castle of Idleness! 

“The cook will have to wake up soon to 
get me some dinner,” thought Eric. He went 
outdoors and sat down under a tree to wait, 
and in another minute he might have been 
asleep himself if he had not seen a boy work¬ 
ing in a field beyond the road. He was 
whistling merrily. 

“No wonder he is cheerful,” thought Eric, 
quite forgetting how he had leaned on his 
spade and sighed a few weeks before. “He 
has something to do.” 

Suddenly an idea popped into his head. 
He would go and help dig! “Why, I thought 
you were the Earl of Idleness!” exclaimed 
the boy when Eric had asked for a spade. 




RED AND GOLD STORIES 


127 


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He whistled as if he were the happiest boy in the world 

“I am,” sighed Eric, “but oh, how I wish 
I were not!” 

“Then why don’t you go home and to 

work?” suggested the boy. 

“Won’t the king mind?” asked Eric. 

“Not a bit,” said the boy. “There 11 be 















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plenty of others to take your place for a lit¬ 
tle while.” 

Away ran Eric as fast as his feet could 
carry him. The very next morning, as he was 
digging in his own little garden, the king’s 
page went riding by. “Will you come with 
me to the Castle of Idleness?” he called. 

“No, thank you!” cried Eric. “I have too 
much to do,” and as he went back to his dig¬ 
ging, he whistled gaily and felt sure he was 
the happiest boy in the world. 









































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